the last word
one day,
someone will write
the last poem about injustice
and it will become
our new national anthem.
only history books
will hold the memory of hatred
and museums will be built
for the artifacts
of our awakening.
one day,
someone will have
the last conversation about politics
because we realized
there were problems
that our politicians couldn’t fix.
policies not built
to cure our addiction to division,
no governing body
that compared to the bodies
of the enlightened.
one day,
this poem won’t be
a manifesto for dreamers.
we will wake up from nightmares
of our own making
and reject our attraction
to darkness;
our love affair
with conflict.
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